there's a reason i pick out parts of my brain and wring them together to form a pink meshy suflay. my fingers are stuck with the residue. i use my sister's jacking off remote to flick away the moulding substance. my mom grounds me for watching **********. they say im too mature for fifteen. i mean they're right. i know too much i feel too much for my age. my chest had blossomed with a garden full of flowers, they had bled with the penetration of a *******. theres a reason why i pick out the sickly parts of my brain and wring them together.
to forget.
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bleeped stuff out bcs
it got pretty intense
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sun in my mouth | poetry √
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